[action] P-P-PLACEHOLDER WHILE I DRAW YOUR COMIC AND FINISH OTHER FILLSprofpuzzleDecember 23 2010, 21:39:10 UTC
[Fa lalalala~ The Professor is just finishing some last minute Christmas shipping around Goldenrod. He has to head back to Violet City later tonight after all. He's just walking out of the Goldenrod department store with his Vulpix and Growlithe with a bag of supplies and what's the racket going on behind him? Sounds like someone screaming-- WHOA WHAT JUST DARTED PAST HIM WAIT IS THAT MISS MASON OH GOD DID SHE GET INTO TROUBLE AGAIN PLEASE SAY NO]
[action] 8DDDDDfoolishwrenDecember 23 2010, 21:43:27 UTC
[Do you REALLY have to ask, Professor? This IS Heather we're talking about.]
[The girl and mistletoe-covered dog in question come skidding to a sheepish halt in front of the Proff'. Or at least it's sheepish on Heather's part. Cujo just looks happy as a clam.]
Proff'!
Uh-- if someone comes looking for me, say you haven't seen me, all right?!
[And why no, she doesn't notice that mistletoe on top of her head.]
[action] ...how did i tag with the wrong journal? orzprofpuzzleDecember 25 2010, 05:39:28 UTC
[Hey, the Professor still has utmost confidence that she is a kind and well behaved girl...even if she does destroy things for fun...and has a potty mouth...and is insane-- alright, you win.]
What is all the ruckus? Has something happened back there?
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...Does that mistletoe on top of your head have to do anything with it?
[Heather and Cujo had only JUST made it out of the building. Panting, Heather was trying to walk and pick mistletoe out of Cujo's coat at the same time. It was harder than it sounded. Considering how wriggly he was.]
Upon reaching Heather, Butch waves his arms in a strange...wave-flail motion, looking very excited. Not that he doesn't always look excited, but that's beside the point.
...and, well. Guess who is now going to sort of glom onto your legs.]
Shelly is a few metres away, completely unaware of what's going on... while his Ditto is currently hopping away from him to LATCH TO HEATHER'S HEAD. THE MISTLETOE SMELLS NIIICE.]
[action] LOL THAT ICON.foolishwrenDecember 23 2010, 22:09:51 UTC
[Well hey there Shelly, Heather's probably a little too busy HIDING ACROSS TOWN FROM HER MANAGER and trying to find gifts for people to talk to you, but OH GOD WHAT IS THIS ON MY HEAD.]
[Letting out a strangled warble, Heather claws at the mysterious, slightly sticky object now clinging to the top of her head.]
[action] never. also lol oh god gotta draw thisfoolishwrenDecember 23 2010, 22:27:11 UTC
[SCREAM.]
[Cue a whole lot of stumbling around, muffled high-pitched noises, and flailing as Heather tries to wrestle this sticky thing off of her face, as it proceeds to make her resemble Cousin Ogg's little blond sister.]
[Poor Envy was just trying to shop for presents when Chimera the Larvitar decided that OMG the mistletoe hanging from everywhere smells AMAZING. So here's Envy, trying to catch the little guy as he runs around to get at all of it he possibly can. Including the sprig on top of that girl's head. Have a Larvitar attached to your leg, Heather. Envy, meanwhile, is still looking for Chimera around the last bunch of mistletoe he stopped at, a short distance away.]
[This was practically like she was back in Silent Hill, except instead of hideous, mutilated freaky monsters trying to jump all over her, it was adorable technicolor ones.]
[Heather makes a sort of HRRKK noise as Chimera latches onto her leg and just sort of... pitches forward into the snow, face-down.]
[At least he's not a Tyranitar yet? Although now that the mistletoe person has conveniently made herself shorter, Chimera is all too happily scampering up to where her head is to stick his face in her hair.]
There you are you stupid-- [Envy has spotted his pokemon, and snatches Chimera up before he can start eating Heather's hair or something. Chimera flails his stubby legs ineffectually, crying out in dismay at the loss of his prize. Then Envy notices who is lying in the snow, and can't help but snicker a little before holding a hand down for her to grab.] Hey there, need some help?
[Heather lifts her head from the snow, grimacing, although she does reach up to take his hand-- well. Until Cujo comes out of nowhere, trying to assault Envy's face with loving licks.]
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Miss Mason--?!
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[The girl and mistletoe-covered dog in question come skidding to a sheepish halt in front of the Proff'. Or at least it's sheepish on Heather's part. Cujo just looks happy as a clam.]
Proff'!
Uh-- if someone comes looking for me, say you haven't seen me, all right?!
[And why no, she doesn't notice that mistletoe on top of her head.]
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What is all the ruckus? Has something happened back there?
[...]
...Does that mistletoe on top of your head have to do anything with it?
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........Are you all right, Miss Heather?
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Uh.
If a freaky old lady with a mustache comes around looking for me, just say you saw me leaving the store like five minutes ago, okay?
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Um... okay.
[A pause.]
.... There's something on your head.
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N-no time to talk, sorry!
[... Oh Heather. You should listen to Edgey.]
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...and who also has a few out of control Pokémon of their own to contend with.
Like, say, a giant ball of yellow fluff CAREENING THROUGH THE SNOW. With a very frantic looking Phoenix chasing after it.]
M-Mia! Get back here!
Maaaaa~!
Now, Mia!
[Guess who's sort of too busy to notice that they just sort of...dashed past you in the opposite direction.
A certain blue derp, however, who was running at Phoenix's heels, DOES notice you, however -- and what is that nice smelling stuff on your head?
So, here, have a big blue Quagsire turning around on his heels and...waddle/hopping after you at a surprisingly swift speed.]
Qua quagsire!
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Wh-- Cooj, hold still-- ... huh?
[... Wasn't that Butch?]
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Upon reaching Heather, Butch waves his arms in a strange...wave-flail motion, looking very excited. Not that he doesn't always look excited, but that's beside the point.
...and, well. Guess who is now going to sort of glom onto your legs.]
Qua sire.
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... What.
[Forced to stand in place, Heather just... looked down at the Quagsire, bewildered.]
.... Hi.
Can I, uh ... help you?
[Cujo sat down in the snow. 8D SUP BUTCH.]
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Shelly is a few metres away, completely unaware of what's going on... while his Ditto is currently hopping away from him to LATCH TO HEATHER'S HEAD. THE MISTLETOE SMELLS NIIICE.]
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[Letting out a strangled warble, Heather claws at the mysterious, slightly sticky object now clinging to the top of her head.]
[WHARRGARBL]
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Meanwhile, Shelly has kinda noticed what's going on. Allow him to stroll over to you. Yes, he's taking his time.]
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[Cue a whole lot of stumbling around, muffled high-pitched noises, and flailing as Heather tries to wrestle this sticky thing off of her face, as it proceeds to make her resemble Cousin Ogg's little blond sister.]
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[Heather makes a sort of HRRKK noise as Chimera latches onto her leg and just sort of... pitches forward into the snow, face-down.]
[TODAY IS THE WORST DAY.]
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There you are you stupid-- [Envy has spotted his pokemon, and snatches Chimera up before he can start eating Heather's hair or something. Chimera flails his stubby legs ineffectually, crying out in dismay at the loss of his prize. Then Envy notices who is lying in the snow, and can't help but snicker a little before holding a hand down for her to grab.] Hey there, need some help?
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[Heather lifts her head from the snow, grimacing, although she does reach up to take his hand-- well. Until Cujo comes out of nowhere, trying to assault Envy's face with loving licks.]
[HI. OMG. I LOVE YOU. HI.]
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